The strobe lights flashed in rapid succession, casting eerie shadows across the packed dance floor of Club Vixen. I stood alone at the bar, sipping my drink, feeling the pulsing beat of the music vibrate through my body. At 19, I was the youngest one here, but I didn't care. I had come to let loose, to forget about my mundane life and the way everyone treated me like a child.
As I nursed my drink, a tall, statuesque woman approached me. Her skin was the color of rich, dark chocolate, and her eyes sparkled with a predatory hunger. She wore a skintight black dress that left little to the imagination.
"Hey there, baby girl," she purred, her voice smooth as silk. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing all alone?"
I felt my cheeks flush at her words. "Just enjoying the music,"
